Seagulls

I see many thoughts from a window.
Seagulls in the fashion of summer
and leaves as they quit the year.
Sense impressions, if they are this,
are only images
of what we refuse to follow.

Paul Cameron Brown

Paul Cameron Brown is a Canadian poet known for his extensive work in both poetry and art criticism. Born in western Canada, Brown has had a prolific career in writing, often intertwining themes of human experience and nature. His works have been showcased in various literary magazines and anthologies. With a style that is both reflective and evocative, he has gained recognition not only in Canada but also internationally.

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A Face

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Green Angellights

Green angel lights
stream from the willow tree,
in direct symmetrical bearing
three birds are drawn to it.

In gold, soft patches
of light overreach
the earth,
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The Gingham Dream Utterance

    As I watch the clouds assemble, steam-ship fashion, with funnels to
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Bedroom Glass

    Counted three white pigeons
    on a roof, near a gable
    silhouetting a barn;
    as an afterthought
    killed as many nervy bluebottles
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Gulls In An Aery Morrice

Gulls in an aery morrice
Gleam and vanish and gleam . . .
The full sea, sleepily basking,
Dreams under skies of dream.

Gulls in an aery morrice
Circle and swoop and close . . .
Fuller and ever fuller
The rose of the morning blows.

Gulls, in an aery morrice
Frolicking, float and fade . . .
O, the way of a bird in the sunshine,
The way of a man with a maid!

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    You said happiness was a bird
    - a hand extended
    could bend its perch.
    span the perfect wings.

    I spoke of swallows.
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    ebbed when flying.
    seldom came to rest.

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